~ HARTH ~
She'd thought the "cleaning" Tarkyn talked about was a euphemism, so she was surprised when, even though he'd caught her at the base of the trail and kissed her, walked her backwards almost the entire way to the cave, teasing and touching the whole way, he released her when they got to the cave.
She just watched him, a little confused at first, while he first made a fire, then as it grew hotter, gathered the largest pot from a cupboard near the fire and held it to the waterfall curtain to fill it, before placing it over the flames, careful not to crush the new embers and burning wood.
When he straightened from that task, he immediately reached back to grab the back of his shirt and tug it forward over his head, curling himself, his abs crunched together and shadowed in the warm glow of the flames.
Harth's mouth went dry.
